voice ~ backdated to shortly after francesca's party

[bigbad]

Does anyone know how to mend leather? Magically, maybe? [THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THIS POST.] It's urgent.

[Private to All Past and Present Team Failboat Members. Even Mark. Oh, and also Francesca.]

You lot are coming to my knighting thing, right?

[Private to Martha]

I need your help.

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private 5ever

[aproperdoctor]

Yeah? What do you need?

[bigbad]

For you to take a look inside my head and see if there's some sort of mind control chip there.

[aproperdoctor]

A...chip? If you don't mind me asking, why do you think there would be a mind control chip?

[bigbad]

I'm hoping there wouldn't be, but you know my little headache problem?

[aproperdoctor]

All right, yeah, that could do it, I suppose. It all sounds a bit sci-fi to me.

Any idea where we might be able to find a CAT scanner?

[bigbad]

You're a knight living in a castle and talking to a vampire on a bloody video phone. Bad genre fiction's hard to avoid around here.

...I was hoping you'd know that bit. Being Doctor girl and everything.

[aproperdoctor]

Well, in that case, maybe we ought to try and find a spell to see if there's a chip in your brain. [Martha's tone is slightly sarcastic there, since neither of them can use magic.]

I'll check the infirmary, but I doubt they'd have one - probably the best place to look would be a hospital. Not sure if scanning for chips is covered by the NHS, though.

[bigbad]

Well, we could always break in at night or something. Can you run the machine if I get you there?

[aproperdoctor]

Getting into a hospital at night probably isn't going to be the hard part. But yeah, I can run it.

[bigbad]

What's the hard part?

[failboat filter]

[witchwoman]

Of course!

[failboat filter]

[bigbad]

Good. Wouldn't be the same without you there.

[failboat filter]

[witchwoman]

When is the ceremony?

[failboat filter]

[bigbad]

I'll let you know when I do.

[failboat]

[nosdacariad]

[ even mark! ]

Of course! Moving up in the world, are we?

[failboat]

[bigbad]

[He's feeling generous.]

Yeah, next thing you know I'll be leading the missions.

[failboat]

[nosdacariad]

Heh! That would be...

Uh...

[ in a stage whisper ] Don't tell Gar.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

[.....what even, Mark.]

Yeah... she might think I'm planning to depose her.

[failboat]

[nosdacariad]

Heh heh heh heh heh... heh... [ there's something really really uncomfortable about Mark's laughter, as if it's forced and masking something else, but he pushes through it ] I think she knows better. Soooooo, I'll see you at the er, thing!

[failboat]

[bigbad]

[.......that's really awkward and Spike's just side-eyeing the fuck out of him now.]

...yeah. See you there.

[spike]

[postergirl]

I suppose that depends. Are you going to make the afterparty interesting?

[dumage]

[bigbad]

[...he's pretty sure he likes the sound of that.]

Hadn't started thinking about after. But I'm sure I could.

[spike]

[postergirl]

Then I'll make certain to pencil it in.

[dumage]

[bigbad]

I'll see you there.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

We wouldn't miss it for the world! I imagine congratulations are in order.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

I guess they are. [A beat.] Uh, and thanks. For telling Lan nice things about me. [And not about how he caught on fire while doing research through no fault of his own.]

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

I merely reported the truth. You're the one who did the deeds.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

Maybe. But I feel like if Lan had gone off his perceptions of me, I'd have never graduated.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

I imagine your encounters with him were few and far between. He would have had little option but to warm up in time.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

Well, probably would've taken a longer time. [A beat.] We may have gotten off on the wrong foot, me and him.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

He does seem to command a strong ... first impression.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

...that's a nice way of saying he's a dick.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

[ a little gasp signals gar's surprised offense at the term ] W-well I would never--

Lan comes from a very different world than we do.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

And he's been here now... how many years? Time to join the 21st century like the rest of us. In this world.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

I imagine that'd be simpler if it weren't so easy for him to remain isolated from society here.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

He should get out more.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

That seems a bit unlikely given that he is semi-retired.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

Why did he semi-retire? He's still bloody spry for an old fellow.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

I'm not certain, actually. I imagine he had personal reasons. You might try asking him about it.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

...I thought not being his squire anymore meant I don't have to speak to him ever again.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

You certainly aren't required. But he is the reason you're a full Knight now. It might not be asking much to show a bit of gratitude, even if just by acknowledging him once in awhile...

[failboat]

[bigbad]

He wasn't much of a mentor. Wouldn't even get on a bloody plane to go on our bloody mission.

[failboat]

[rationalizes]

It is a bit sad that he can't learn to trust technology, but he's far from the only one in the world.

[failboat]

[shootfirst]

Only if you're going to my girl's.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

Like I'd miss it for the world. [He'd show up uninvited if he had to. But luckily he won't.]

[failboat]

[shootfirst]

Then it's a deal.

[failboat]

[bigbad]

Then I'll see you there. And soon.